That butterfly is in for a world of hurt if he doesn't step back.
Bambi's not playing around-just like those hunters weren't playing when they came clad in their Duck's Unlimited gear to pop some bottles, a glock or two, and hunt some venison for a casual smoke out. One false move and Bambi could go bat shit crazay. Listen to Ludacris, he knows and is like, "HEY! You want WHAT wit me?!?!? like hey stupid! don't make me lose it!! AND I'm having a bad day, don't make me take it out on you!"
I might start acting like that when I'm having a bad day. Maybe someone will give me amutli-million dollar record deal, ladiesz would flock to me, and I'd drive a drop top. In reality, I'd probably get arrested. It's worth the risk I think.
verbatim, don't believe me? check out the lyrics for yourself here.
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